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“Harley” Chandler, you’re a classy lady! Please do the right thing …

By Rosalie Tirella

… and let it go, Harley! Let it go!

We love State Senator Harriette Chandler. She is as progressive and decent as they come, but her lawsuit against former political opponent William J. Higgins Sr. is silly – especially during the holidays when the money she and Higgins will squander suing the hell out of each other could be better spent on things like turkey and all the fixings for the folks at the local homeless shelter. Or mittens and hats for inner-city kids whose parents don’t own cars and have to walk Worcester’s mean streets when its 14 degress out! (Years ago I was one of those kids!)

When you think how blessed Senator Harriette Chandler has been – attending the best colleges, getting the best jobs, having a husband who loves her, living in warm lovely home in a safe and beautiful neighborhood – and I drive down streets like Charlton and see: thugs putting baseball bats in trunks of cars, thugs going to car windows and slipping thier hands in to exchange white packets for (your guess) or a 30ish-year-old women just standing in the middle of the sidewalk so drugged out, yu think she’s going to fall right over … . I mean, this is what I saw just last month outside the PIP!

My life and my travels make me wanna take Higgins (who is comfortably middle class in Northboro) and Chandler and knock their heads together! Knock some sense into both of these … very vain people.

Chandler should know this by now: Everyone gets slimed in today’s sleazoid all-American culture. It really is the age of soft porn in America! Whether it’s the way we dress, the movies we see, the video games we play, the talk radio station we listen to, the cable TV news show we watch, the reality shows to which everyone is addicted, we Americans are drowning in a cesspool of vitriol. It is called FREE SPEECH! And believe me there are so many examples of soaring rhetoric and lovely, elliptical phrases … . Unfortunately, they are stuck in most Americans’ college Intro to Poetry text books. It really sucks, Harley! I oughta know, having swum in the cesspool of the Telegram and Gazette’s Dianne Williamson columns or, like I said, tuning into Fox News. Or: having had to strike back, when all I really wanna do is … go on long walks in the park with my little Husky-mix, Jett!

But if we curtail the rantings of an old fart like William Higgins (whose free speech is not half as toxic as Glenn Beck when he out and out LIES about President Obama or the tea party nuts when they mangle the US Constitution and call our President Hitler and say truly horrible things about Democrats and unions) then you and I won’t be able to freely express ourselves.

Besides, I saw a TV clip of Higgins yesterday: He was wearing oxygen tubes when he was debating you! He was connected to an oxygen tank! He is ancient and very very very fraile – maybe in the early stages of dementia!

Harley, drop your silly lawsuit and get down on your knees and thank God that you are one of the few truly, truly lucky people. Don’t turn my Christmas – or the City of Worcester’s holiday season – into a muck-fest!

This past year you worked with ex-cons and their supporters to pass the CORI reform law. This was great news to people, who may have committed a crime years ago, and can’t get a freakin’ minimum wage job collecting shopping carts at the local Price Chopper! I have known a few poor souls like this!

Please, Harley and William, come together. William, apologize to Harriette and admit that what you said were fabrications made up in the heat of the political moment. Lots of political candidates say crappy things about their opponents election season.

And, Harley, even if William doesn’t say he’s sorry, drop the lawsuit and move on.

Go buy a bunch of hats and mittens and drop them off at the Friendly House, and be swept up in the spirit of giving.

Happy Holi-(Holy)days!

The Montvale District’s “Histrionic” tennis court (or: Sometimes I just wanna box some ears)

By Rosalie Tirella

Sometimes it’s embarassing to live in Worcester. To see so many poor kids and adults wrapped in sweatshirts in the dead of winter, getting off and on our city buses … finessing the Worcester city snirt (snow mixed with dirt) … and then to have to tune into last night’s Worcester City Council meeting to watch and listen to the snobs of our Montvale Historic District throw a hissy fit over a crumby (unused) tennis court.

To have to listen to some West Side matron practically breakdown in tears as she stood up for the downtrodden folks of the Montvale Historic District! Oh, it is not easy to live in the wealthiest, most exclusive neighborhood in Worcester! she told the city council. To live in a historic district with other professionals and upper income folks who wear lovely coats and drive BMWs and never have to worry about riding our city buses means sacrafice! A historic district takes its toll on a person! A historic district can be so constricting! 

The Montvale matron gave some examples of the chaos that threatens to destroy the very soul of the Montvale Historic District: a neighbor of hers has put flower boxes on her windows! Another neighbor had the temerity to errect a little tool shed on a hill in his yard! She can see it from her home! Mon Dieu! Cover your eyes, my fair lady! (actually quite ugly – not half as attractive as the lovely Latinas who finnese Worcester snirt.) But there was more! The Montvale matron said she too has sinned! Why just this past election season, she had the gall to stick a couple of candidate lawn signs in her yard! How garish! Continue reading The Montvale District’s “Histrionic” tennis court (or: Sometimes I just wanna box some ears)